Satyr

Member since 2002 · Posted 13 Sep 2006 · 3 comments

Compelled by his hungers, febrile and fetid, he scratches and belches, his lusts unabated; feculent, filthy, goatish, a swine, vigorous, ebrious, lusty, divine! Impelled by appetites, wine, and crude song, there's chaste to be chased 'neath the myrtle 'til dawn, and when he succumbs to the drink, the old sod, the townspeople cheer and call him a god.

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[9] Ranger 13-Sep-06/10:07 PM Reply

"there's chaste to be chased 'neath the myrtle 'til dawn" -- http://www.poemranker.com/poem-details.jsp?id=144546 suggests you haven't been doing too much to discourage this kind of behaviour, ecargo :-p

This reminds me of something, and I can't for the life of me think what...

[9] half.italian 15-Sep-06/10:48 PM Reply

Love it.

[10] nypoet22 17-Sep-06/5:28 AM Reply

ebrious! bittersweet too, i think.